Gta San Andreas By: Thirore Portable
He stopped the bike at the top of Mount Chiliad. He pulled out a worn photo of his mother, her arms around him and Sweet when they were just stupid kids with dreams. He kissed it, tucked it back into his jacket, and revved the engine.
“Carl,” Tenpenny said, exhaling smoke into CJ’s face. “Welcome back to San Andreas. I own the cops. I own the courts. I even own the gangbangers on your own street. You try to rebuild Grove Street? I’ll flatten it. You try to make money? I’ll take it. You try to leave? I’ll put you in a body bag and mail you to Liberty City.” gta san andreas by thirore